The Hawaiian Archipelago - Six Months Among The Palm Groves, Coral Reefs, And Volcanoes Of The Sandwich Islands By Isabella L. Bird
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I Had Received Some Warnings About This, But It Was
Supposed That We Could Cross In A Ferry Scow, Of Which, However, I
Only Found The Bones.
The guide and the people at the ferryman's
house talked long without result, but eventually, by many signs, I
contrived to get them to take me over in a crazy punt, half full of
water, and the horses swam across.
Before we reached the top of the
ravine, the last redness of twilight had died from off the
melancholy ocean, the black forms of mountains looked huge in the
darkness, and the wind sighed so eerily through the creaking
lauhalas, as to add much to the effect. It became so very dark that
I could only just see my horse's ears, and we found ourselves
occasionally in odd predicaments, such as getting into crevices, or
dipping off from steep banks; and it was in dense darkness that we
arrived above what appeared to be a valley with twinkling lights,
lying at the foot of a precipice, and walled in on all sides but one
by lofty mountains. It was rather queer, diving over the wooded
pali on a narrow track, with nothing in sight but the white jacket
of the native, who had already indicated that he was at the end of
his resources regarding the way, but just as a river gleamed
alarmingly through the gloom, a horseman on a powerful horse brushed
through the wood, and on being challenged in Hawaiian replied in
educated English, and very politely turned with me, and escorted me
over a disagreeable ferry in a scow without rails, and to my
destination, two miles beyond.
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